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Drabble me this
I've encountered a writing lull. You know what that means?
DRABBLE CHALLENGES OPEN.
I'm going to go ahead and limit it to Bleach and Kingdom Hearts fandoms this time around. You can request any character or set of characters or pair of characters, but be warned that I tend to write on the level of hinty genfic 90% of the time.
Format is "Characters/Pairing: prompt", limit 2 requests per person. For example--
Rangiku/Orihime: on a string
Axel+Cid: morning coffee (Another Side)
Rukia: survival instincts
Post below and receive love in the form of 500 words of fic!
Finished prompts, Bleach:
Kira/Hinamori, Her Favorites (fluff)
Ichigo/Orihime, The Christmas Almost-Tragedy (fluff)
Urahara/Yoruichi, Shameless (racy)
Ichigo/Orihime, First-Time Boyfriend (fluff)
Renji/Rukia, Princess (fluff)
Shuuhei/Rangiku, The Promised Moment (fluff)
AU - Investing in the Future - Hinamori+Rangiku, various hints (fun)
Finished prompts, KH:
Sora/Namine, Before the Dawn Breaks (angst)
Cid+Kairi, Lady Friends (fun)
Finished prompts, KH/Bleach:
Demyx+Shuuhei, Nines (fun)
Original, Aria Anima: Cordelia+Aminde, Bridge (atmosphere)
DRABBLE CHALLENGES OPEN.
I'm going to go ahead and limit it to Bleach and Kingdom Hearts fandoms this time around. You can request any character or set of characters or pair of characters, but be warned that I tend to write on the level of hinty genfic 90% of the time.
Format is "Characters/Pairing: prompt", limit 2 requests per person. For example--
Rangiku/Orihime: on a string
Axel+Cid: morning coffee (Another Side)
Rukia: survival instincts
Post below and receive love in the form of 500 words of fic!
Finished prompts, Bleach:
Kira/Hinamori, Her Favorites (fluff)
Ichigo/Orihime, The Christmas Almost-Tragedy (fluff)
Urahara/Yoruichi, Shameless (racy)
Ichigo/Orihime, First-Time Boyfriend (fluff)
Renji/Rukia, Princess (fluff)
Shuuhei/Rangiku, The Promised Moment (fluff)
AU - Investing in the Future - Hinamori+Rangiku, various hints (fun)
Finished prompts, KH:
Sora/Namine, Before the Dawn Breaks (angst)
Cid+Kairi, Lady Friends (fun)
Finished prompts, KH/Bleach:
Demyx+Shuuhei, Nines (fun)
Original, Aria Anima: Cordelia+Aminde, Bridge (atmosphere)
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- Kira/Hinamori: peach flower.
- Gin/Rangiku: Italian music. (if can't be possible, "picture of you")
Thank so much =D
Kira/Hinamori: "Her Favorites"
"I'm not laughing at you," he promised. "I just think it's -- cute!"
But she didn't appreciate that either, and her glower turned more accusing, although her cheeks flushed slightly -- embarrassed, probably. Izuru swallowed his amusement and said apologetically, "Peaches are very tasty."
Only slightly appeased, Hinamori turned and folded her arms over her chest. "Abarai-kun had better get here soon," she said, darkly, her voice promising all the unpleasant things she was too ladylike to actually say.
Abarai-kun wouldn't be getting here, because Izuru hadn't actually invited him, although her confusion was understandable -- he'd led her to believe that he had. He rushed to say, "Actually, I wonder if you've ever seen peach trees in bloom? It's about the right time of year for them, and I know they don't grow crops like peaches in Rukongai."
Distracted from her fit of pique, Hinamori's posture eased, and she glanced up at him, thoughtful. "Peach trees? No, I've been so busy with classes since I've gotten here... I haven't had a chance to go sight-seeing, really."
Izuru smiled warmly at her. "Should we go, then? I can be your guide. There are some peach trees very near here."
"But, Abarai-kun--"
"They're very near -- right over there." He put a hand on her shoulder (applauding himself for his audacity) and turned her in the direction, pointing at the pale-blooming trees visible down another lane of the park. "If Abarai-kun comes while we're over there, he'd be able to feel out our reiatsu."
And not a lie in sight! Hinamori tilted her head. "Abarai-kun failed that exam, you know," she pointed out, smiling, and started moving in the direction of the peach trees anyway.
It was too early for the fruit themselves, but the flowers decorated the tree's naked branches: sweet pink petals curving around red centers, crowded with outstretched tendrils. Hinamori was enchanted by them, drifting from tree to tree with her hands clasped tight.
"It's so beautiful," she murmured, and Izuru said softly, "Yes."
But she wasn't looking at him to see that he wasn't studying the lane of flowering trees the way she was; instead she lifted a hand overhead. She didn't try to catch one of the flowers, just out of her reach, but just paused, watching the flowers behind her spread fingers.
"Don't you just wish you could catch one, and hold onto it forever?" Hinamori asked the air softly.
She couldn't not know, could she? She couldn't really not know how his heart leapt into his throat, right? But Izuru only swallowed it again, swallowed his response, and lifted his arm, reaching past her to gently separate one of the little flowers from the branch and bring it down to her level.
"It's not hard," he said, lying.
He reached out impulsively to thread it into her hair, just above her ear. Hinamori looked startled, but then she laughed, the sound ringing out in the empty air.
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Xigbar: telling the truth
Sora/Namine: "Before the Dawn Breaks"
She'd never held a knife before, and she clutched it tightly between her two hands like a piece of driftwood, adrift in the vastness of the ocean. Surely her arms would give out, she would gasp her last breath and sink beneath the waves (as powerless as any human with her thin and weak legs) long before she was led to land.
Namine gazed down at Sora, so serene asleep and so beautiful, so good.
She knew she should think about what she had sacrificed for him, but a strange and powerful longing came into her mind when she tried to gird herself for what she must do. She had sacrificed her home (but hadn't he welcomed her into his?). She had sacrificed her comfort (but hadn't she forgotten all about it when he smiled for her?). She had sacrificed her future, to gamble on him (but hadn't he said, you're becoming more dear to me than she is? hadn't she wanted to sing, sing and tangle herself up in him and sink down, down forever into blissful dark?).
It would have been so simple to make her happy, Namine thought desperately, and she'd been so close. But in the end -- it was impossible to blame him for choosing his princess. Perhaps... perhaps it was his humanity, his soul, calling to something in the beautiful brunet girl that he was to marry... something that Namine did not have.
She could never have competed with that.
When Sora died, he would know grace and peace, and eternal life. She shouldn't think of it as murder! He was human, and whole. There was more for him than this life, should it end tonight. But for Namine, everything would end, forever.
The pale little girl still wondered. If not tonight, then some time in the future -- oblivion was only a matter of when, for her, because she was less than real -- lacking something.
Was it worth it, to take his life for that?
When, if he died -- if Namine took his fate into her hands, took his life while he slept -- the only light in her existence would die with him.
You'll never know, she thought, her grip suddenly weak, loosening around the bound hilt of the dagger. She couldn't do it, couldn't rob the world of his kindness, couldn't face the idea of a dawn coming to the surface without him there. Even if it meant that she would cease to exist, even if it meant that everything she had sacrificed had been in vain...
She ducked her head to kiss his soft cheek, unable to stop the unfamiliar tears (she didn't know what they were: tasting of salt and empty, the fate that awaited her) from slipping from the corners of her eyes. You'll never know.
Sora stirred restlessly from a sound sleep, bringing up a hand to his face in some confusion to find what had wakened him. His fingers came away wet, and he looked around, bewildered.
But no one was there.
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Cid+Kairi: "Lady Friends"
They'd come on Restoration Committee business -- a strange measuring device of Merlin's creation, which Cid had used once (under duress) and then tossed into a corner and hid under a tarp, because it 'gave him the screaming willies' -- but the blond man had to stop and glance over his shoulder at her. "You like 'em, huh?" Cid said, bracing his hands on his hips, and nodded his approval. "I don't fight with them anymore, but I was in the Radiant Garden militia back in the day, you know. Girls like Sylph here were standard-issue."
"Sylph?" Kairi echoed, peering at the spear he was caressing fondly. It read XF 4700-B-18 engraved on the metal grip. "Have you named them?"
"Yeah, sure." He nodded at the next spear in the line-up. "That one's Valefor, and Asura..."
Kairi had never understood the tendency to anthropomorphize objects, giving them names and genders and personalities; there were more than enough anthropomorphic things already in the multiverse. "Any reason why?" she asked, polite as she could manage about it.
Cid shrugged. "Shows you care about 'em," he said. "If a spear's going to save your life, you ought to treat it well."
She pointed out, reasonable, "I don't think the spear cares. And -- why girl's names?"
"Oh, right," the pilot said dryly. "'cuz carrying around a giant hunk of metal named Pumpkinhead is better?"
As far as she knew, Sora hadn't named his keyblade's forms himself, but that was one of those facets of keyblade-wielding that she didn't fully understand, as a spectator. She had to concede the point anyway.
Although, I'm still curious as to why they're all female. Spears seemed -- well, not especially evocative of feminity.
Cid tilted his head back, reaching up to take the cigarette from his mouth. "It was tradition," he said. "In the militia. We all named our weapons -- mostly after girlfriends, wives, daughters. My brothers and I were too good to do what everyone else did, so we promised to name all of our spears after women in mythology." He rubbed his nose a little, added, "Radiant Garden had a pretty rich culture that way, there was a lot to choose from."
Kairi closed her mouth, almost repenetant. Brothers? No doubt dead for years and years, but she still felt bad having brought it up. She caught a glimpse of a familiar shape in the corner, and changed the topic promptly.
"What about the flamethrower?" she asked, teasing with a grin. "Does it have a name too?"
"Sure does," Cid said, smirking back at her. He moved over to pat it.
"This baby's Shera."
"The woman who owns the laundromat?" Kairi asked, surprised.
"Maybe," Cid said, losing his smirk slightly. Almost belligerent, he added, "She makes an okay tea."
Kairi tried not to smile too much.
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Aria Anima: Aminde+Cody, "Bridge"
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Rukia/Orihime: Pencil sharpener
♥ thank you!
Ichigo/Orihime: "The Christmas Almost-Tragedy"
"Ta-da!" Orihime said, draping herself over the back of the couch and holding out a tray of cookies, beaming brightly.
Ichigo sucked on a stinging finger (who had decided Christmas ornaments with pin-needle hooks should just float around in this box?) shifted to look at the tray. He fully expected the cookies to be lumpy and miscolored (maybe gray) and oozing something unpleasantly where other cookies, made by other cooks, might have had chocolate chips. But he was pleasantly surprised: they were attractive, shapely little treats, yellow and decorated with seasonal frosting.
"Huh," he said, reaching for one. "You actually did it."
"I kept the creativity to a minimum," Orihime said modestly, but she was watching him with an eager smile.
"How did you get creative with sugar cookies?"
Her beam deepened, and she leaned on the couch, watch eagerly. "Well, I wanted them to be more Christmasy, so... They're mistletoe cookies!"
Ichigo paused, and drew the cookie back, looking at it more critically. There didn't seem to be anything mistletoe-like about the frosting pattern (a little mutant Santa bunny; Rukia must have helped) or coloring.
"You didn't put mistletoe in the cookies, did you?"
Orihime finally climbed over the back of the couch and settled next to him, putting her hands on his knee to share some of her excitement. "You guessed!"
It figured. Ichigo told her evenly. "Mistletoe is poisonous, Inoue."
"Oh." It took a beat before that seemed to make sense to her, and then her eager posture eased up. She looked a little crestfallen.
"Idiot," Ichigo said, smiling slightly despite himself. "There's nothing wrong with sugar cookies. You don't need to improve on the recipe."
Orihime curled her legs up to her chest and murmured to no one, "I wonder if I can make another batch before everyone else gets here?"
That quiet voice made him inexplicably restless; he turned the cookie over in his hand and said, pragmatic, "Well, they're probably good for something."
Ichigo quirked a grin at her as she looked up and then put the cookie squarely on the top of her head. Orihime had just a moment to stare at him before he ducked in to claim his kiss. In a beat she melted, twisting her fingers into his hoodie to hold him close for one sweet, reassuring second.
"Ow," Orihime said, drawing back with a frown. "Is there a needle in your shirt?"
"Huh?" Ichigo said, and glanced down at the ornament hook that had somehow become embedded in his hoodie. He scowled at it. "Screw the tree. Come on, let's go bake cookies."
The cookie had fallen from her hair at some point, and Orihime put it back on the tray, asking with surprise, "You're helping?"
"Yeah," he muttered, and was rewarded with an excited clasp of his hand, which told him plainly that she'd forgotten all about her disappointment over the stupid death cookies.
(He'd have to throw those out, he reminded himself, because they were not deformed or otherwise visibly distinguishable from normal cookies. And wouldn't that be a fine Christmas gift for their friends?)
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Aizen/Urahara: "Genius"
OHOHO. I'm an Urahara whore, what can I say? ;;
Urahara/Yoruichi: "Shameless"
Shortly after they first arrived in the mortal world, he discovered that there was, however, a not uninteresting trade-off.
"Yoruichi-san," he said mildly, "where are your clothes?"
She was sprawled on his futon with her legs straight up in the air, as if doing some sort of exercise; Kisuke let his gaze linger appreciatively on the long, shapely legs that rose up from the bed, nothing but bare skin all the way to the colorful lace of her panties. Yoruichi tilted her head to the side, peering around at him, and offered a smirk. "I can't just carry them around with me as a cat, you know."
"Yes, but I have clothes for you here, in the chest in the closet," Kisuke had to point out, steadfastly holding to his logic instead of letting his primal id have its way and encourage her to remain just like that, mostly-naked in his bed, for as long as she was so inclined. "I believe that I've mentioned that before?"
"Of course."
"Then it seems like the question remains."
"Actually, you answered the question yourself," Yoruichi pointed out, lifting her eyebrows. "You asked where my clothes are, and you just told me where they are. They're in the chest in the closet."
Kisuke paused for a moment and realized that he really had. For some reason he wasn't thinking quite clearly, and had asked a foolish question -- and in the way she always did, Yoruichi had turned it back on him and pointed out what a foolish question it was. Smoothly, he refocused his line of questioning: "Since we've established that we both know where they are, why aren't you wearing them?"
Yoruichi rolled forward, splaying her legs over the covers and smirking at him as she sat up. In addition to the panties, she was wearing a little corset top, strapless and sleeveless and fitting to her like an extremely flattering second skin.
If he were a more modest man, she would be the death of him.
"To be honest," she said, pragmatic, "since I've been spending so much time as a cat, wearing clothes has seems so silly now. I mean, they're baggy, they're made of weird material that itches or tickles, they don't allow me freedom of movement... So, I guess your answer is that I don't feel like it?"
"Ah," Kisuke said sagely. He'd heard the better part of her explanation, he thought. "I've always found pants to be overrated, myself."
Yoruichi's lips quirked up at the edges, and she suggested in a little purr, "Then you should take them off."
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Ichigo/Orihime: orange peels
Renji/Rukia: how come I end up where I started?
Chad + Ishida: when I was your age, we walked uphill both ways (in the snow!) to be a superhero -- t-that is, GRANDPAAAAS.
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Ichigo/Orihime, "First-Time Boyfriend"
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Grimmjow/Halibel: snow
I'm in a wintry mood *-*
Shuuhei/Kira or Rangiku: talking about having kids, hehe
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Just clarifying: I get to pick, Shuuhei/Kira or Shuuhei/Rangiku, or am I misreading?
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Renji/Rukia, "Princess"
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Shunsui/Nanao: writing
Many thanks!
Shuuhei/Rangiku, "The Promised Moment"
Rangiku was a little terrified, to be honest.
"Shuuhei?" she called, just to be sure -- just in case it wasn't him.
But perhaps unfortunately, the music stopped immediately, and a familiar face lined with scars peered around the tree at her. Shuuhei offered a quick smile -- a little more shy than his normal eager welcome, but still warm and relieved. "Rangiku-san--" She came enough in view to see that he had been perched on a rock, and was pushing himself off it now, guitar neck in one hand.
"Oh, sit down," Rangiku said, flipping a hand dismissively. "You've earned the right to sit."
"It's the proper way to greet a lady," Shuuhei told her, but he leaned back against the rock again, perhaps already anticipating her tart rejoinder a heartbeat later of, "But I'm not a lady, so you get to keep your rock."
She'd brought the sake and he'd brought the guitar, so she poured and listened to him play. It was the very classic picture of mood.
Shuuhei only perched on his rock and dragged his fingers lightly over taut strings, coaxing soft music from them patiently and not looking at her. Rangiku understood how he felt; she was having to force herself to look at him.
But it was kind of reassuring to see that he was as nervous about this as she was.
"The haori looks good on you," Rangiku said. He'd always been nice to look at, one of the lucky ones just born with appealing features, but the haori made him look taller and less rangy. She liked it.
"I don't know what to do about the sleeves," he admitted. "But Head Captain Yamamoto said I don't have to decide just yet."
Rangiku grinned. "You have time," she said, and moved closer to offer him the cup.
Shuuhei reached out to take it, curling his fingers over hers when she didn't let go. They were warm and pleasantly rough, and in a peculiar way stilled her anxiety. "More than I thought I would," he said, softly. "You inspired me."
She lifted their hands to bring their conjoined hands to his lips, and he tilted back his head to drink. When there was no sake left in the little cup, she shifted in to take its place, tasting the liquor on his tongue and letting him wrap his arms around her.
It was just as she'd thought it would be -- no ghosts and no suspicions, only a sweet, lingering kiss that seemed to keep the music singing in her ears even after they broke apart.
"I'll give you a kiss when you become a captain," she'd told him, years and years ago. "Bring your guitar."
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(Noooo... I'm certainly not expecting this to turn into a 13-drabble project... why are you looking at me like that?)
(I feel your stare!)
Rangiku x Kira: Second Choice ('not equal to' symbol goes here if I knew how the hell to manifest it) Second Best
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Demyx+Shuuhei, "Nines"
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Hinamori and Rangiku (from the crazy AU of greatness that we fail to play moar of too much) - dressed to kill
Hinamori+Rangiku, "Investing in the Future"
Momo said apologetically, "I actually like this outfit," but Rangiku dropped a bag into her lap without blinking. Momo glanced at the name on the bag and her jaw dropped.
"Fortunately, I anticipated the trouble," the blonde woman said smugly.
She knew that Rangiku didn't make more money than she did, and she'd never even dream about going into a boutique as expensive as-- But Rangiku was already pulling a strappy little dress out of the bag, and waving impatiently for Momo to remove her cute ensemble with the cardigan.
"You, you have to take that back," Momo said desperately, although she couldn't quite stop looking at the dress. It was lovely, not too formal to wear to a casual dinner appointment, maybe a little daring, but-- "It's too much!"
"When you bag yourself a rich husband, you can pay me back," Rangiku said, winking at her. "Now strip. The door's still locked."
Not only the dress, but elegant application of makeup (which Momo rarely wore) and styling of her hair -- still worn up, just more elaborate than her usual bun; Rangiku swore that the nape of her neck and bared shoulders were enough -- and then Momo looked herself in the mirror and she had no idea who that beautiful creature was.
"Oh my god," she said. The creature in the mirror was definitely good enough to catch a rich husband. Maybe even good enough for a man like Aizen Sousuke. But before that train of thought could take her somewhere discomforting, she was distracted by a beeping noise. She snatched up her purse to find her PDA. "--Oh my god I'm late!"
"Fashionably late," Rangiku said, smirking. "Knock him dead!"
Momo gathered up her things in a rush and darted for the door as fast as she could in the heels Rangiku had procured for her. The door opened just as Momo reached for the knob, and Hitsugaya Toushirou stood there, key in hand.
"Hello, Hitsugaya-kun," Momo said cheerfully, brushing past him out the door.
"Hel--"
Toushirou actually registered what she was wearing a beat too late, and paused to stare at her as she walked out the door.
"Sorry to leave, but I'm going to be late for my meeting with Aizen-san," Momo said, and gave him an apologetic smile before plunging out into the night.
Toushirou stayed where he was, unsure if moving would banish the wholly pleasant afterimages where she'd just been. If only she hadn't gotten all dressed up for that guy...
Rangiku leaned over the countertop and smirked at him. She privately patted herself on the back that she'd managed to delay Momo's departure long enough to let him get a glimpse of her. But she said only, "Need a drink, rich man?"
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The Urahara Shoppe folks: Christmas sales
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Nell/Nnoitra: firsts
Marluxia, Zexion: parallel universes
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Uryuu and Ryuuken: job applications
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Urahara/Yoruichi: (oh how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying)
(Last one!) Roxas + Axel, friendship: ("what's taters?" "PO-TA-TOES. got it memorized?")
Snow days make me crave crack.
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Orihime/Tatsuki: Piano
Yoruichi: Dogs
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"If he were a more modest man, she would be the death of him."
But he ain't, so hurrah!!!
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ILU. X3
Edit: ...This really should be attached to the drabble reply itself, but... apparently the internet hates me.